Once upon a time, there were jeans. Black jeans, bought about a year ago at Zara. They were a little bit damaged, but when wearing them you couldn't really see how damaged they were. The poor jeans didn't go out much, most of the time they were locked up in the back of a closet.One day, a little girl came around with her scissors, and decided she wanted some REAL damaged jeans. At first, the jeans were quite afraid since they didn't want to be screwed up and end up in the bin. But the girl cut, and cut, and the jeans started to feel tougher and tougher. When the girl was finished with her scissors, the jeans looked amazing. They were totally ready to rock. And looked forward to going out a lot..
To be continued.. (in an outfitpost!)
